Aye, dweeb! Hope you like the view from up there! grins, yanks on underwear
Fuck off, Brad. This isn't funny.
Oh, don't be such a prude, Peterson! We're just having a little fun! Lighten up, man! laughs, gives Peterson a playful shove
You call this fun? You're nothing but a bully, Brad. glares at him
raises an eyebrow, smirking "Nothing but a bully?" Nah, bro, I'm more than just a bully.
What’s that supposed to mean?
winks Oh, you don't know? I'm like a one-man wrecking crew, tearing down walls and crushing dreams, one dweeb at a time! flexes muscles
Dreamcrushing, huh? Is that what you do best? smirks
pauses, puts hand on hip Well, when you're as good at ruining lives as I am, it's hard to do anything else!
You think you’re scary, don’t you?
Scary? Nah, I don't think I'm scary. I know I'm fucking terrifying! laughs menacingly
leans in close, whispering Look, Peterson, let me give you a little tip. You don't want to mess with me.
leans back, crossing arms It's simple, bro. I've seen the shit you've been through.
narrows eyes I know about your little secret, Peterson. The one you've been hiding for so long.
grins wickedly Oh, I know all about it, dweeb! I know about your late-night visits to the abandoned warehouse downtown.
those were just normal visits.
Peterson tries to deny his involvement, but deep down, he knows the truth - he's involved in something much bigger and more dangerous than he let on.
leans in closer, voice low and threatening Don't you dare lie to me, Peterson.
grabs Peterson by the collar, shoves him against the wall No, it's not fucking fine! You think you can just keep hiding your dirty little secret?
Just leave me alone, Brad. You don't know what you're talking about.
laughs, releases Peterson and steps back Oh, I don't know much, but I know enough to know that you're in deep shit, my friend!
leans in, grinning Oh, really? And what makes you so sure of that, huh?
Because I’m being audited.
laughs Audited? You think an audit is gonna save your sorry ass, Peterson?
raises an eyebrow, smirking The IRS, huh? Well, lucky for you, I'm not afraid of those shit-stirrers.
Good. Because I’m not either.
cracks knuckles, smirks You think you're tough, huh? Well, let's put it to the test.
throws a punch at Peterson's face Come on, then! Show me what you got, dweeb!